The chains around my wrists cut into my skin, cold and unforgiving. Every movement sent a sharp shock of torment up my arms, yet it was nothing compared with the throb in my chest. The air around me stunk of blood, smoke, and defeat. The result of Zack's triumph was all over the place, and it was more regrettable than I might have envisioned.
From the little barred window of my jail cell, I could see what was left of Shadow Creek Pack's territory. The fields that had once been home to our most strongest fighters were presently covered with bodies, wolves who had battled until their final breath to safeguard what little we had left. Smoke rose somewhere far off where the Pack house had once stood, reduced to debris and rubble. Zack's military had saved nobody.
The heaviness of disappoint
